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  • Thanksgiving Plans

    Thanksgiving Plans “Why do we have to celebrate this year? We didn’t last year,” Miren grumbled, tossing graphite sticks at the paper stack too near a cheerful four year old, who sat browsing. Ran’s ears were pricked for interesting talk. “Why change? Why do you want to celebrate?” “Because things are better,” Sarn broke off. Chalk that up to change.… Read more

  • The Seacher: Malenthanren, Dragon of Shayari

    The Seacher: Malenthanren, Dragon of Shayari

    The Searcher: Malentharen A dragon sleeps ‘neath Neverthrall’s waters. Shayari’s great lake, that inland sea, makes a perfect place to search for Ironwood’s daughter. White sparkles collect on the dragon’s snake hide, in a cloud those brilliant motes rise, breach the lake’s surface and like a star shot, streak ‘cross the sky. Over Ironwood Keep… Read more

  • Thankful

    Thankful “Do You know what I’m thankful for?” Sarn asked. “No,” Ran said, walking beside, hand fisted in his father’s trouser leg. They walked past many statues as the tunnel twisted, but the question kept his son from straying even though the lad’s fingers itched to trace the stone folded, imitating cloth draping. Quiet wrapped them… Read more

  • Divided

    Divided If Sarn could split his time ‘tween two places, and two places only, he’d have to choose Mount Eredren as one of his bases to fulfill his indenture’s terms or lose the bargain he’d made for his bro’s schooling. If his indenture allowed a second abode, (which it didn’t), he’d make that grueling trek to Mithranza Provence. It beckoned, its mountain… Read more

  • Changes

    Changes

    Changes “Change comes whether you want it to or not.” so Nolo said; Sarn believed him, he wished he knew what to do. His stomach in knots, he watched the day fade; in his heart he fished for answers, found none. He had a magic he couldn’t control and it had lots of triggers; most he… Read more

  • Steadfast – Writing 101 #15

    “Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.” — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring Steadfast When the road darkens will you stand with me? ‘Neath threatening skies will you run beside? Towards storm clouds hurling lightning, come with me. ‘Cross restless seas, down cresting waves we’ll slide. When trouble threatens my bow’s… Read more

  • What the Ant Saw

    What the Ant Saw What the ant saw when he stopped on a branch: golden rays slicing through tangled black boughs, falling in curtains of lace that hung off each branch like gossamer threads of gold fairy down. What the ant saw when he paused on a ledge: a city built on shimmering water, bridges arching… Read more

  • Not my kitchen, not my pots, not my mess…

    …nor my castle–what the hell happened here? I changed my skin to evade the Witch hence. (She’d never stoop to chase a house cat here.) And either I changed planes of existence on my romp-and-mice-stomp, or that witchy brat had a  trans-dimensional gewgaw. What’re the odds of getting to my duchy unharmed without chalk dust or hands to draw the… Read more

  • Wishful Thinking

    On a heath sitting beneath a toadstool, his head’s in his hands; his wings’re folded; his fairy tail swishes, and like a fool he’s wishing that Prince Charming’s blindfolded state won’t continue. It’s all that twit Cinder’s doing; the belle of the ball cast a spell. That glass slipper’s its trigger; it hinders all rational thought;… Read more

  • The Power of Touch

    The Power of Touch Sarn stared at the ceiling thinking adult thoughts that vexed. His son watched hoping his bright gaze would burn a hole. It didn’t. Ran consults his rocks, licks each one ’til a shape takes sight. “Star,” Ran says, hands it to Papa. Mind still turned within, Papa takes the rock turning it over in his hands;… Read more